Swire First Immortal

Chapter 229 Ten Swords Crying, Ten Thousand Swords Dominate?
Ling Chen, everyone is watching!
Yun Xiao, no one is paying attention...

It was getting dark when it was his turn, and everyone ran away.

There was no way, he submitted the list only when he came, and was arranged at the end.

Mu Jianli does not have a finale.

The last ones to come are often cats and dogs.

"Go." The person in charge was also tired, and his speech was weak, so he waited for the last Mu Jian to finish his get off work.

"Yes."

Yun Xiao stepped onto the black altar, stepped on a thick layer of blood, and stood under the colorful sword of eternal life.

Night, a little quiet.

Wind, slightly cool.

Smelling the smell of blood, people's frenzy for the Sword Banxian still lingers in the air.

"On the Immortal Road, demons and ghosts, and immortal gods from all directions are really emerging one after another."

interesting!

Is it because of the fall of the Good Fortune Immortal, which disrupted the way of heaven and brought everything into disorder?
Yun Xiao let out a breath of turbid air slightly, but his heart settled down instead.

"Come!"

With no one paying attention, he stood alone in the boundless world, sacrificed the three-foot green sharp edge in his hand, and looked at the thousand-foot-high immortal sword!
"Sword, come down!"

hum!
The Immortal Sword trembled slightly, sank like before, and gradually collided with the tip of the Burying Heaven Sword Soul.

"A million sword intents!"

Yun Xiao hasn't achieved Dao Xin yet, and hasn't opened up the bridge between him and his sword intent, but the first moment when these 100 million sword intents touched the Burial Heaven Sword Soul, he fell into a sea of ​​colorful swords.

In this vast sea, every sword seems to come alive, becoming agile and interesting, revolving around Yun Xiao like an elf.

"Sword intent, is it like life?"

No wonder they think sword intent is so important.

Yun Xiao understood immediately.

This is not a life in the ordinary sense, but a kind of spirit, which exists in the world and is formed by the condensation of ideas.

The sword soul can die, but the sword will last forever!
In an instant, a storm of sword intent had already set off in Yunxiao's mind, and millions of sword intents flew past.

Since then, his pupils seem to have colorful colors.

In the night, everything was very still, except Yun Xiao slowly closed his eyes, with a warm and peaceful smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.

"Shouldn't you make a sound?" The head of the Sword Market sighed slightly. He had just seen Yun Xiao's high level of Jian Gang, and thought he would be a finishing genius.

It turned out that he couldn't enter the Sword Market!
After that, he will be a passer-by in the Sword Prison of Eternal Life.

He stood up, ready to close the booth and leave.

And at this moment-

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Between the heaven and the earth, the clear sword cries of the six eternal life swords echoed.

It sounds a little rushed.

Now it was night, and the sound of the sword sounded more crisp and melodious.

"A disciple of the Supreme Master?" The person in charge's eyes lit up, then he turned his head and looked at Yun Xiao with relief, and at the same time beckoned to several disciples: "Go to the Supreme Supreme Pavilion and inform the Supreme Supreme Elders that the last one in Mu Jianli is the Supreme Supreme Disciples, let them come out to accept disciples."

"Yes!"

Those disciples glanced at Yun Xiao enviously, then turned and went in.

In fact, he didn't need to say much, the rapid and continuous six sword cries had spread throughout the Sword Market and attracted the attention of many people.

The sword cultivators from all over the place who were about to leave were also attracted by the six sword cries.

Mu Jian altar, the heat rises.

At the moment when many people turned their eyes back, suddenly, there was another crisp sword cry, resounding through the sky.

when!
"Seven sounds of the sword, the prisoner's door is open! Son of the Emperor Star?" The master was stunned and looked blankly.

Sure enough, in front of the young man in white, the golden gate of the Prisoner opened again!

A stalwart figure appeared in it, also looking at Yun Xiao in surprise.

"Today in the Sword Market, a Sword Immortal, a Son of the Emperor Star was born?"

boom!
The Sword Market shook.

Many people heard the movement and rushed out again.

But the people outside the sword market, who had left a long way before, immediately turned around Yu Jian when they heard the movement.

Tens of thousands of sword sects, hundreds of peak masters, more than a dozen grand elders and patriarch Sikong rushed out with their swords and looked at Yunxiao.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

Countless people are in a fog.

Many sword market powerhouses also looked astonished.

"It's him!"

In the corner, Bai Wuque, who was already pale, collapsed on the ground.

"how come……"

As for his mother, Bai Qingxue, it was also difficult to stand firm, and her beautiful eyes were somewhat dazed.

She brought back two sons as a foil, a Sword Banished Immortal, and a Emperor Star Son?
Bai Wuque clearly surpassed himself!

But in front of these two monsters, he was as humble as a grass dog.

"I will live forever in the Sword Prison, and another sword genius will emerge!"

At this moment, the dead night finally boiled again.

Even if it wasn't as good as the one during the day, it was still a happy ending.

However, soon, amidst the vibration of the Eternal Life Sword, an eighth sword cry erupted!

when--!
One sound, a sensation in the world.

"Eight chimes of the sword, Son of God Haori!" Bai Wuque suffocated.

"This..." Bai Qingxue held her son's arm tightly, for fear that he would collapse.

The Sword Market was completely shaken.

A large number of peak masters, grand elders, and patriarchs filed out.

In the distant world, countless people return with their swords, and watch this incredible miracle again.

Even Tian Tianjian Prison Master stood up again, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"A son of God Haori is enough for me to live forever in Sword Prison and fight for hegemony in the Nine Prison Realms, and now..."

Crazy and crazy!

Mu Jianli, who had lost his enthusiasm, almost returned to the peak at this moment, and countless thoughts rushed out of the sword market and gathered on Yunxiao!
And in front of the sword tomb!

Ling Chen was about to step into the sword tomb with the old man with bones!

boom!
The sword tomb shook again, and a grand avenue was opened, extending to the Mujian altar!
Ling Chen and the old man with bones were forced to appear in front of thousands of people together!

"Huh? His sword blew eight times?"

Ling Chen saw Yun Xiao at a glance, with an incredulous expression on his face.

He immediately laughed!
"No wonder he took the initiative to save the deity. He should be a man of great luck. In this way, he can really be the shadow of the deity, and follow me to fight everywhere."

Ling Chen was in a very good mood.

He was sincerely happy for Yun Xiao.

"It's a pity that I am in front of you, otherwise you would be the only upstart in this world today. Enjoy all the glory."

Ling Chen looked at Yun Xiao with a smile, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

suddenly!

when--! ! !
The Eternal Life Sword burst out with the loudest sound ever.

At that moment, Ling Chen's smile froze, his eyes were weird at first, then became colder and colder...

Only him.

The whole world is suffocating.

"Sword Banished Immortal!!"

"The second sword banishes the immortal!"

A miracle that cannot be born in history, two in one day?
The Sword Market exploded!

The Immortal Sword Prison also exploded!
As long as it is a human being, tears will burst into tears at this moment.

Even those ancestors of Jianxu knelt down at this moment.

"Thank you ancestors, thank God!"

hum!
That day, the sword prison master and the old man with bones actually appeared in front of Yun Xiao, staring at him with scorching eyes, unable to say a word.

Millions of people showed up, all excited words stuck in their throats!

Boom boom boom!
The cheers were overwhelming.

It was as if the whole world was on fire.

"mother……"

Bai Wuque also knelt down, his heart was almost gone.

This world was so mysterious that he couldn't understand it.

"Sword Banished Immortal..."

Above the sky, Ling Chen stared at Yun Xiao for a long time with deep eyes.

"Interesting! How can a mortal's wealth be comparable to a god? Even when the deity is weak, it is enough to honor a lifetime."

He just read this, and everyone is still celebrating the second sword exile.

suddenly!

when--! ! ! !

There was another louder sword cry, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

This sword cry directly suppressed all the carnival.

After the sword blew, there was no sound.

Including the Prison Master, millions of people stared wide-eyed, staring at Yun Xiao and the Sword of Immortality in a daze!
"Ten chimes of the sword? What do you mean?"

Countless people looked at each other in blank dismay, their minds blank.

"There is no record in the ancestors..."

This time, it was really all stupid.

"This means that this person's talent for sword intent surpasses that of the Immortal Sword!" Patriarch Sikong roared violently as his tonsils trembled wildly.

boom!
exploded!

"Ahhhh!"

The voices of countless people gathered together, and it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Just know that they are excited!
This frenzy has surpassed Ling Chen!

People could clearly see that neither the Heavenly Sword Prisoner nor the old man withered bones denied Patriarch Sikong's words.

The two of them even stood in front of Yun Xiao, as if welcoming the arrival of a new king!
And Ling Chen has only been the new king for half a day...

"Ten sounds of the sword, ten thousand Taoists!"

Shocking cheers almost crushed Yun Xiao.

This is the peak moment since Mu Jianli!
Even better than Ling Chen!

That Ling Chen was hanging in the air, looking at Yun Xiao blankly.

"impossible!"

His sword eyebrows were deeply frowned!

The overwhelming cheers in front of him had completely covered him and completely snatched away his glory.

"Yun Xiao? You have a problem." Ling Chen's eyes were full of sword lights, and his heart twisted.

How can the majestic God Xiao Sword Emperor be overwhelmed by mortals when he is reborn?
He is invincible!

"Depend on!"

Yun Xiao also frowned.

Just at the ninth sound, he felt that enough was enough, and he was about to withdraw his sword to close the stall, and began to enjoy the treatment of the sword exile fairy.

In the end, he discovered that the Burying Sky Sword Soul was glued to the Immortal Sword!

It's sticky!
Can't get it off!

Thus, the unprecedented ten sword cries came like this.

"Forget it, ten tones is ten tones."

Yun Xiaoyao looked around, and it was obvious that his talent had already conquered this world.

After ten beeps, he was about to draw his sword and go down.

"Depend on?"

He pulled it hard, but found that it still couldn't move!
In a daze, Yun Xiao felt that the Burial Sword Soul in his hand was like a dog, and the Immortal Sword was a piece of fat in this dog...

His master tugged wildly, but the hungry dog ​​didn't let go!
"Nimma! Stop making trouble!"

Yun Xiao used all his strength and suddenly twitched!
The Burying Heaven Sword Soul didn't move at all!

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The Sword of Eternal Life exploded ten times in a row again!
Each of these ten tones is louder than the previous one, spreading across thousands of miles!

"Damn?" Yun Xiao was taken aback for a moment.

Sword of Eternal Life, twenty rings?

The eleven to twenty rings swept past, completely suppressing the boiling Sword Market!
After the sound of the sword resounded, millions of sword cultivators stared at Yun Xiao and the Sword of Eternal Life with dumbfounded eyes!
A dead silence!
"Twenty! Twenty!"

After a long time, someone shouted.

However, this voice is also hoarse and trembling!

Twenty rings!
what monster is this?

The prison master of Tianjian, the old man with bones, and more than a dozen ancestors of the sword market all looked at Yunxiao and Yongshengjian blankly.

Ling Chen took a few steps back, looking at Yun Xiao's eyes, his sword edge surged even more!
"Let me go!" Yun Xiao said, "Enough is enough, stop ringing!"

He drew the sword vigorously, but instead of withdrawing, the Zangtian Sword Soul bit deeper.

It directly plunged into the eternal life sword and began to devour the sword intent!

Really eat it directly!
"This is inappropriate..."

Yun Xiao's eyes went dark!
This sword of eternal life is the sword of the test for all generations in this sword market, and it is the ultimate weapon in times of crisis!

"Look, everyone—"

A cry pierced the night.

"Why is the Sword of Eternal Life twitching?"

This is the belief in the hearts of all sword cultivators, the sword intent of countless generations and millions of ancestors, the soul of Sword Market!

It's literally twitching!

Not only is it twitching, but it is also screaming like a sword!
dang dang...

After a breath, there was a sound.

These are not ordinary sword cries, each one is louder than Ling Chen's ninth.

Before people could react, the sword cries of the Immortal Sword had already exceeded a hundred!

Still going on!

There is no stopping!

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
More and more hasty, more and more shocking!

"what's the situation……"

The sword cultivators of the Million Sword Market were parched, each one more dazed than the other.

dang dang...

Still going on!

Yun Xiao and the Sword of Eternal Life seemed to be frozen on the altar.

Everyone was as motionless as stumps.

All over the world, there is only the sound of the sword's cry, which continues to stir up the Immortal Sword Prison.

After half an hour.

"The sword blew a thousand times."

After half a day.

"The sword blew ten thousand times!"

Day three.

"The sword blew a hundred thousand times..."

The sword cries seven times, which is rare in a thousand years, and the Great Emperor Sword Star is born.

There are eight sword cries, and there is no one in ten thousand years, and the sword gods come.

Nine sounds of the sword, a historical miracle, the reincarnation of the sword banishing immortal.

The sword blew a hundred thousand times, and something came...

Three days later, tens of millions of people gathered around the altar!

They all turned into tree stumps, staring at the boy in white and the eternal sword that looked very dim and weak!
hum!
Finally at a certain moment, the brilliance of the Sword of Eternal Life dissipated like fireworks.

Mu Jianli seemed to be over.

however!
Yun Xiao knew that from now on in this world, there would never be Mu Jianli again...

(End of this chapter)